5 Give, with a full free hand,—
God freely gives to you;
And check each selfish thought
With-"What would Jesus do?"
6 Then let the golden thread,
Woven your life-work through,
Reflecting heaven's own light,
Be-"What would Jesus do?"
TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 180.
EACH me to live! 'Tis easier far to die,
Gently and silently to pass away,
On earth's long night to close the heavy eye, And waken in the realms of glorious day. 2 Teach me that harder lesson, how to live!
To serve Thee in the darkest paths of life;
Arm me for conflict now-fresh vigour give,
And make me more than conqueror in the strife.
3 Teach me to live !-Thy purpose to fulfil :
Bright for Thy glory let my taper shine!
Each day renew, re-mould my stubborn will;
Closer round Thee my heart's affections twine.
4 Teach me to live! No idler let me be,
But in Thy service hand and heart employ;
Prepared to do Thy bidding cheerfully-
Be this my highest and my holiest joy.
5 Teach me to live!-with kindly words for all,
Wearing no cold, repulsive brow of gloom:
Waiting, with cheerful patience, till Thy call
Summons my spirit to her heavenly home.
2 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
3 Lives of good men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime;
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time :
4 Footprints that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
Some forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
5 Let us then be up and doing,
Nor our onward course abate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
TUNE-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 5.
Go share;
O bury thy sorrow,
Go bury it deeply,
Go hide it with care.
Go think of it calmly,
When curtained by night;
Go tell it to Jesus,
And all will be right.
2 Go tell it to Jesus,
He knoweth thy grief;
Go tell it to Jesus,
He'll send thee relief:
Go gather the sunshine
He sheds on the way;
He'll lighten thy burden-
Go, weary one, pray.
3 Hearts growing a-weary
With heavier woe,
Now droop 'mid the darkness:
Go, comfort them, go!
Go bury thy sorrows,
Let others be blest;
Go give them the sunshine,
Tell Jesus the rest.
TUNE-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 23.
LEFT it all with Jesus long ago,
All my sin I brought Him, and my woe,
When by faith I saw Him on the tree,
Heard His still small whisper, ""Tis for thee,"
From my heart the burden rolled away-
2 I leave it all with Jesus; for He knows
How to steal the bitter from life's woes;
How to gild the tear-drop with His smile,
Make the desert garden bloom awhile :
When my weakness leaneth on His might,
All seems light..
3 I leave it all with Jesus day by day;
Faith can firmly trust Him, come what may.
Hope has dropped her anchor, found her rest
In the calm, sure haven of His breast:
Love esteems it heaven to abide
4 Oh, leave it all with Jesus, drooping soul !
Tell not half the story, but the whole.
Worlds on worlds are hanging on His hand;
Life and death are waiting His command;
Yet His tender bosom makes thee room :
Oh, come home!
TUNE-Songs of Lore and Mercy, No. 184.
EYES that are weary, and hearts that are sore,
Look off unto Jesus, and sorrow no more;
The light of His countenance shineth so bright, That on earth, as in heaven, there need be no night. 2 Looking off unto Jesus, my eyes cannot see
The troubles and dangers that throng around me :
They cannot be blinded with sorrowful tears;
They cannot be shadowed with unholy fears.
3 Looking off unto Jesus, my spirit is blest;
In the world I have turmoil, in Him I have rest;
The sea of my life all about me may roar,
When I look unto Jesus, I hear it no more.
4 Looking off unto Jesus, I go not astray:
My eyes are on Him, and He shows me the way;
The path may seem dark as He leads me along,
But following Jesus I cannot go wrong.
5 Looking off unto Jesus, oh, may I be found,
When the waters of death shall encompass me round;
Let them bear me away in His presence to be:
'Tis beholding Him nearer whom always I see.
TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 185.
HEN clouds hang darkly o'er my way,
W and earthly comfort dies;
On Thee, my Saviour and my God,
My every hope relies.
I hear Thy Spirit's gentle voice,
Thy Cross by faith I see;
Thy precious blood, O dying Lamb,
Redeems and makes me what I am,
For Thou hast died for me.
2 My soul, confiding in Thy Word,
Can rest securely there;
And feel at peace in every storm,
Beneath Thy watchful care.
A sinner lost, but saved by grace,
Be this my only plea:
Thy precious blood, O dying Lamb,
Redeems and makes me what I am,
For Thou hast died for me.
3 Oh, when I leave this mortal scene,
And rise to worlds of light;
Then shall I see Thee as Thou art,
Arrayed in glory bright.
There, by the living stream Divine,
My raptured song shall be:
Thy precious blood, O dying Lamb,
Redeems and makes me what I am,
For Thou hast died for me.
Fanny Crosby.
TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 186.
Y God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home, on life's rough way,
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done."
2 If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, it'ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what is Thine:
Thy will be done."
3 Let but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest,
"Thy will be done."
4 Renew my will from day to day:
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
Thy will be done."
5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more
The prayer oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,
TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 60.
UST Jesus bear the cross alone,
MUST all the world go free?
No; there's a cross for every one,
And there's a cross for me.
2 How happy are the saints above,
Who once went sorrowing here!
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.
3 His cross I cheerfully will bear,
Till death shall set me free;
And then go home my crown to wear,
For there's a crown for me.
4 Upon the crystal pavement, down
At Jesus' pierced feet,
Joyful I'll cast my golden crown,
And His dear name repeat.
5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring,
Beneath heaven's arches high:
"The Lord that lives," the ransomed sing,
"That lives, no more to die."
TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 17.
ESUS! and shall it ever be,
JESinful child ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?
2 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His name.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
4 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
Till then I'll boast a Saviour slain !
And oh, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
J. Grigg and B. Francis.
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